Desires

Clasp onto your fears, hear the crunch of the black

obsidian between your teeth. A grief so lonely it is black.

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One way to keep this volcano in your mouth

is to swirl the cherry with your tongue that is black.

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Grip the glass with your pursed lips like a kiss.

In her past life, she made use of its polish that is black.

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At what point did she determine whether her tool

was a frail surgical blade, or a scalpel that is black?

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Is it real, that he can make all her fantasies come to be?

Will she decipher her strange dream from what is black?

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Pink clouding is in the courtship of a new relationship,

a spiraling of fantasies into a deep hole that is black.

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To awaken is the post dream sensation we call

sobriety, a realization the light of hope really is black.

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She questions if there is a silliness to believing in him.

Knowing, at this point, is no more than a guess is black.

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She looks at a crowded sea of disappointment, a night

full of fantasies that could disappear into what is black.

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She steals the altruism from the phrase “giving in,”

she gifts it a choice. Give into him, or a fear that is black?

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Will she play her cards right, play dress up, wear

a wedding gown to her past self’s funeral that is black?

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Will she choose a life where adventure is domestic,

a truer fantasy, or her history, her reality, that is black?

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She claims she knows her power—without it, nothing

comes true, not a love story where obsidian is black.

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What she really wants is a happy home, a home

that imprisons him, a life not without him, that is black.

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A thriving life with him is what his little poet loves,

just as much as the volcano she carries that is black.